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Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski
The in-laws, when I met them, lived in an building at 611 or 911 or whatever that horrid road is that goes past the Turnpike Willow Grove exit. We stayed at the George Washington motor Inn! Once. Opened a dresser drawer and saw a porn mag and a bottle of Nyquil- my infant daughter found a large toenail clipping. But the most fun part was walking past the pool when we got home around ten. There was a convention of 50 year old horse riding enthusiasts SKINNY DIPPING, urging me to join them! It was bad naked. And bonus points, you're fucked liquor laws made it impossible to get a bottle of booze to correct the impact.
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The problem with skinny dipping late at night is, its usually pretty cold. John Holmes is rendered George Costanza.
(I've been to a few nude beaches. The problem there is Germans.
You've been to South Beach, correct? Holy fuck. Even there, you've the ancient Germans, but the crazy hot topless chicks more than offset those eyesores.)
You can buy beer and wine in the same place now, and at markets. We've joined the 19th century.
